Ok, so that was yesterday.
October 15th is Pregnancy and Infant Loss awareness day. It’s meant to remember all the babies lost… babies that were never met, those born sleeping, those met too briefly, and those that went home but did not stay.
Last year I was on a plane home from a wedding, so I didn’t really participate. This year, I was home, and able to light a candle at 7pm.
The little pumpkin is from our maternity photo shoot – meant to represent our little pumpkin, who will never know the siblings we lost on our journey to her.
When Andrew got home, we went through our memorial box together. Talked, cried, and hugged. It was a good. We don’t talk about it often, especially now that there’s a baby on the way.
I love this little girl, and can’t wait to meet her — we are so excited. But that doesn’t make my heart hurt any less for what we lost. Even in the face of happiness, it’s really hard not to think about the “what ifs.”
There’s more going on, but that’s all I’ve got for now.